Mankind's nature isn't free decisions for a greater will guidelines for hypocrisy fate just another mighty thrill in the core of our mind our highest
The road behind is crumbling Time is paved by agony So many signs before me The way ahead I cannot see So many things that I long for The way ahead it
the creation of thoughts a process which never ends our life guided by an idea a construction of a plan in the end just a goal soon clearance reaches
All my desire are the flames of the eternal fire Strange winds of time killed the flames Blew out all the was mine My heart was My soul was Neverending
The chandeliers light The mirror's glance A shine not to bright An emotion of romance Mighty mirrors reflect the nobles proud bleed Golden chests contain
Take them o'death And bear away Whatever thou canst Call thine own Thine imagine stamped Upon this clay Doth give thee that But that alone Take tem o'
Lines of time, drawn to an end/constants of fate, never thought to be bent/the fields of destiny already are prepared/failure and glory are not to be
In this world full of winded corridors Cities like maces, towers like thorns I'm not my master, not at all Cursed thoughts lead me to my fall Broken
in the beauty of your eyes unblanked your deceit lurks the point were my mercy dies I'm sure my spell it works curse, curse, cursed you are if it's jealousy
All God's children need travelling shoes Drive your problems from here All good people read good books Now your conscience is clear I hear you talk girl
w the road is paved enough blood is spilled the path is gone...my fate fulfilled the gate in front of my eyes where sweet salvation lies I always
My mind between day and night/good and evil like two sides/of a coin made of madness/sometimes dark sometimes bright Innocence and guilt only shapes
My spirit's rising/my mind is falling/my soul is burning/sweet salvation Now the road is paved enough blood is spilled/the path is gone...my fate fulfilled
in the meadow dried since long ago/how I long to own such power/perhaps I will obey the dark spirit's call He leads my steps to the ancient darkwell
"Elisabetha.... Elisabetha.... This is the tale of The Blood Countess of Transylvania 15 years old she realized her true ambitions, inflicting pain soon
In Darkwell Lane there's bats in the sky tonight They breathe the same and we come to life at night our eyes become bright Fly all the night Sleep when
As the beings spawned dulcet offspring's, the fruit heavens children saw them in the dawn their lust enraged their blood The leader knew of the guilt
In the Shadow of a second, a cruel fate an everlasting bond, the times blade In the Shadow of a second, a cruel fate an everlasting bond, the times blade
